Sometimes I sit here and wish I was home
I wonder what that would look like
Feel like
Sometimes I think where home could be
I wonder if it’s a place
Or in someone’s heart
Sometimes I dream what it’s like to have a home
I wonder if it feels good
Or is it scary
Sometimes I walk for hours searching for home
I wonder if it could be found
Or is it lost forever
Sometimes I see what might be home
I wonder if it’s real
Or an illusion
Sometimes I ask, why have I no home
I wonder if there is such a thing
Or is it a dream
Walker
Saturday, November 15, 2008
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